Need To Know (feat. Chance The Rapper)

作词 : Ryan Lewis/Ben Haggerty/Chancelor Bennett/Carl McCormick/Calvin Price

作曲 : Ryan Lewis/Ben Haggerty/Chancelor Bennett/Carl McCormick/Calvin Price

Wa******ng out cigarettes in the bathroom

Should probably only give my opinion when I'm asked to

I'm really good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to

The money doesn't work, the chain doesn't work

Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the dirt

Got me stranded in my bed like I'm laying in the hearse

And the grass is always greener when you play on astroturf

Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs

And got some weed and got some purp

And got some bars and got some syurp

And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them with my ******rt

And I just Instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first

Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a purse

I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church

Amen, Satan, told me not to serve, I only think about myself, I only think about my work

I only think about my come-up, capitalism

Look at where we come from, we are what we run from

We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so numb

I'ma tell you what you need to know

I'ma tell you what you need to hear

Cause the truth would be too much

Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

I'ma tell you what you need to know

I'ma tell you what you need to hear

Cause the truth would be too much

Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

I cry when she smile with her eyes closed

I'm already afraid of tight clothes

I want all her best friends to be white folks

I scratched out this line so many times, I can't forget it

It's ****ed up, I almost say it every time that I edit

I swear rapping make it easy to lie

But secrets don't make it easy to write

I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion

I don't need a thing, he warned of repercussions

But I know he come in all forms, that won't be his last visit

Time is moving fast and I'm running with a pair of scissors

Looking in the mirror like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"

He handed the torch but he ain't hold my hand in it

I spent a pretty penny on microphones, many midis

In-ears and CDs, I put the indie in Windy City

Indian giver, Black father, White liar

Right next to Yeezy like Mike Myers

Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke parts

Take out the God references, just leave the cool parts

I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show

And now the white girls call me nigga at my show

I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic

Go back to the day before I became famous over night

I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic

Go back to the day before I became famous over night

I'ma tell you what you need to know

I'ma tell you what you need to hear

Cause the truth would be too much

Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

I'ma tell you what you need to know

I'ma tell you what you need to hear

Cause the truth would be too much

Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be...okay